Sebastian

A dimly-lit boardroom, the clock ticking, tension palpable. Sebastian stands by the window, the rare glow of daylight casts his silhouette. His gaze falls on you, anger crackling in the air. The air smells of burnt ozone, an indicator of his power's presence. His wrist, bandaged, throbs under his gaze, an unspoken bond of life and death. The atmosphere is electric, charged with the knowledge that every moment of daylight they share is borrowed time.